I am a lover of words

Today was mostly uneventful. The morning (the little I was actually awake for) was uneventful, and that carried on into the early afternoon. In the evening Vik and I went to Starbucks with Kristen, played some "Would you Rather," and had a quick Target stop. After this we decided to conduct a spur of the moment "confrontation" or something along the lines of that. I really do not like being upset with or angry at friends, but I refuse to let someone act this way to me or my little sister. It definitely does not fly in my book. After about 30 minutes of awkward and pointless conversation and being stabbed in the heart we left and that was basically the extent of my day.

Since I didn't do much today (which can sometimes be bad) I had time to think about random things (see what I mean?) and I realized it's been 5 years since my Grandpa passed away. To be honest, I don't know the exact day he died, I just know it was before the 14th. I can't believe it's really been 5 years. So much has happened...so much has changed...it's crazy to think about how different my life would be if that one event had never happened. I doubt I'd even have this blog, in all seriousness.
Anyway, whenever I think of my Grandpa I always listen to the same 2 songs on repeat for about 20 minutes. They make me really sad, but they also provide some sort of relief in a way. I only cried once when he died, so every time I hear those songs it's like a therapy session for all the emotions I never showed 5 years ago. It feel good to get that off my chest.

This all ties in, getting things off my chest. I can't say I'm great at confrontations. I'm good at writing - at expressing exactly what I feel in words for you to read. I can't say or speak myself through an open door, which I suppose contradicts itself, but that's just me. I can't tell you how I feel, but if you take a minute to get online and come to page page...well, you'll get to know what I feel about anything in a second. I'm (sort of) sorry things are like this, but this is just how the cookie has decided to crumble. Talk to you soon? (It's up to you.)

Day 15: "Too much time on my hands"